When you ask me to sing, it feels like my heart would burst with pride And I look at your face and tears come to my eyes All that's harsh and wrong in my life melts into one sweet song And my love spreads wings like a glad bird flying over the road
/ INSTRUMENTAL – harmonica /
I know you take pleasure in my singing And I know that only when I sing do you hear me Cuz then I touch things I can' t touch, I touch parts of you I can't really touch
And then drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call you my friend
La la la...
We're here to play you songs In this room we have a corner seat In your world we have no work to do Our life is just to sit and play songs with no purpose